I learned how to use a slide rule at school and literally had the: „you won’t always have an electric calculator with you…!“ Lesson. That did not age well I suppose.
But my father had one, given to him by his instructor back in the fifties.
It was lovely, English made, of course. In a Green leather holster. Made from jet black ebony wood and a (I believe it to be) ivory scale.
The story was that it was Victorian and already an antique. Knowing it was safe where it was I left it with step mum when he died.
Recently I went to claim it only to find that out of sheer painful ignorance she had thrown it away. Along with other treasures that belonged to me.